Last night I tucked Gabriel into his bed, and sat on the couch knitting until he fell asleep. I then proceeded to do a couple chores; clean up the kitchen, fold some laundry, feed the fish.
This morning, I was making our lunches while Gabriel was still asleep. As I was putting something in the sink, I happened to glance at the fish bowl. Empty. I look on the counter. Empty. I look in the sink. Empty. I spread the little plastic drain guard thingy and peer into the garbage disposal. Empty. Barefoot and bleary, I am thusly terrified of finding the missing fish with my foot. I mount a frantic search of my kitchen area, which happens to be freshly tidied and swept. I am confounded. There is nothing.
So we left the house.
Will Gabriel find the fish? Where is the fish? I find myself unable to concentrate, obsessed with a (presumably) dead fish.